For I am like a gathering of summer fruit And like a gleaning of the vintage; There is no cluster to eat, Nor first-ripe fig, which my soul desires.

• 因为我好像夏天的果子已被收尽，又像摘了葡萄所剩下的；没有一挂可吃，也没有我魂所羡慕初熟的无花果。